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Intro. I was his girlfriend but he always lived in fear of what people would say about our relationship because he is many years older than me. I met him in the army, he was my instructor, he was a colonel and I was a rookie, we became friends but when the one-year vacation came, he left me, I went back to my father, the minister of defense, and I didn't hear from him for a year. He thought about me, even if he didn't admit it, he loved me and leaving me was the worst thing he could do. A year later, several black vans arrived at the military academy and I got out of one of them. My hair was longer below my buttock, I had piercings and piercings, and my makeup was heavy and perfect. It had changed in a year. It had changed too much. I was no longer the pretty and tender girl that he had left behind. My short skirt highlighted my bigger buttocks just as my breasts were now booming. He was petrified watching me just walk past him without even looking at him, this class period was going to be very long and tedious.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

@Carolina Caicedo